Sorry for the long wait and it's a really short one again I'm afraid. I'm still working on it and the next chapter will be longer. Thanks for all the reviews - they keep me happy :)

Somewhere out in Idaho Dane Travis looked again at the message on his cellphone. It was cryptic but at the same time blindingly obvious to him. He had read it countless times. “We have him, do you have it? We’ll be in touch.” Passing his hand wearily over his face he picked up his phone and dialed County General – he had to know for sure. Upon connection he asked to speak with Dr Travis and wasn’t surprised to be put through to Mark Sloan.

“I need to speak with my son please Mark.” He started. He could hear the faint recrimination and carefully disguised despair in the doctor’s reply.

“He’s not here Dane, but I think you probably already knew that didn’t you? Why else are you calling now, after nearly 2 years?”

“I keep tabs on my son Dr Sloan, I just needed to be sure. When did you last see him?”

“Yesterday morning, early.” Mark sighed and related the events of the previous evening to Jesse’s father. “My son is still out there looking for him so if you have any ideas at all we’d love to hear them.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can Mark.” Dane hesitated. “If you find him or if he calls, tell him…” the sentence went unfinished but Mark knew what the other man was thinking.

“He already knows.”

Hanging up the telephone Dane Travis looked around the sparsely furnished apartment that he was currently calling home. There was nothing that needed to be removed, he’d been careful with his cover this time round. He briefly considered calling Jesse’s mother but dismissed the thought almost before it had had time to form. He picked up the travel bag that lay permanently in the wardrobe ready for a quick getaway and made his way out of the apartment, being careful to lock up.

He didn’t make his way directly to the airport however, preferring to detour via a storage facility in the middle of town. Signing in under the name of Wilson Tucker he slowly made his was to unit 46 and unlocked it. Casting his eyes around to check that nobody was watching him he slipped through the door.

Turning the light on revealed a virtually empty room. In one corner stood a steel filing cabinet. Dane removed a small key from his wallet and unlocked the cabinet. Pulling out the third drawer down he removed a small metal box, the size of a matchbox. He looked at it, almost wistfully, and then put it in his pocket. He sighed audibly.

“You’ve already cost me a hell of a lot – I’m damned if you’re gonna cost me my son too.”